Feels like home.

Thank you for the night, Mr. and Mrs Pillai (:
Being part of your big day means so much, thank you for letting me be part of your lives and for your love that inspires.

Leave my wings.

We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day/ Or we could simply pack our bags and catch a plane to Barcelona cos this city’s a drag/ I may take a holiday in Spain/ Leave my wings behind me/ Flush my worries down the drain/ And fly away to somewhere new

Mrbrown.

Don’t usually post videos, but seriously. Awesome.

Relac one corner.

Heeh. ‘This is what I look like today, and I’m trying not to pull out my hair…” Exams…zzzz are four days away, and I’m still hanging around, hurr. How to get back into the ‘mode’ I seriously don’t know. Anyway, gonna get into full gear soon-ish. Tmw being the Queen’s birthday seriously don’t help much.

I met M, B, J, K, H, E, T, F today for dinner and it was awesome. I think I haven’t laughed this hard in a while. Heehee. Loved the company. Loving long drives and good company. That’s all you need on wintry days like these. Finally, winter is here, boarding boarding boarding WHEEE!!! (: [Sugarhigh!]

And also…

Did I tell you that the pictures are looking absolutely, sweeet?
I can’t wait till I finish this assignment, then I can finally just sit and stare at the computer screen the WHOLE DAY making already pretty photos looking amazing! (Oh I love my job, and why do I sound so excited about staring at a screen? I think my degree has gone up heaps already).

First day.

We’ve rearranged the house; new years, new chapters all need new beginnings. The trusty table stays in the same spot though, still cluttered as usual. I’m sitting and finding it oddly, quiet. I’ve tried to play some music to recreate the noises that wake me up every morning, but I can’t. I woke up real late today simply because there was no one home; no sounds of our big oak door opening and closing, the bell and the phones ringing at the same time, Dad’s heavy footsteps pacing up and down the corridor; etc. I’m missing this familiar place, but maybe for once I actually miss, home.

I want to sit and reminisce about the wonderful summer of 2008-09; but the real world calls, and it’s time to step back into reality.

Boxes.

I hate packing. I hate leaving. I hate having to say goodbye. Even if it’s only for a while. It already makes my heart ache, seeing all my bags being filled with things over the past two months, and knowing that 48 hours is perhaps everything that I can squeeze out. This year is gonna be crazydifferent. People I am used to seeing or hearing from on a weekly or even daily basis are not gonna be there. My chilloutborders brother is not gonna be around, golf khaki is also gonna be on the sunny island.

Argh, Mish, get with it.

From us,

To you(:

The year wouldn’t have been what it was without; you.

<happy3.

“Helloooooo foxyaeeee layddeeeee….”
We’ve gotta be the best people in the world. Heehee. No seriously, all it takes, is a tiny roadtrip to the burbs, peidan chok and the preserved works, vegging out on the couch, soaking in the peaceful-ness of the surroundings, watching tv programs and chilling to conversations and stories. That’s really all it takes to make your day feel a little easier, a little better. Of course, the amazinglyawesome company beats anything. By far.

Therefore, we’re all Happy in the Heart (:

Here I am.

The air smells fresh and light, a slightly salty tinge on the tips of its wings as it brushes past. Various types of pasta sauces fill my nose from random people’s lunches nearby as the warm afternoon sun splashes against my back. I’m huddled on a stone bench at University Square, poring over readings as the lunch crowd rushes past, hoping to get some yummies in their tummies before the start of the next part of the day. People and time seem to fly by at alarmingly ridiculous rates nowadays. One moment they are here, next, they’ve gone on some tangent, maybe never to be found again. It has been possibly the most tiring few months, but a good break has me back, all ready to face all things new. He’s been good, and as always, faithful till the end. I wonder, how this journey ends, or if has even begun, but I’m so ready to walk, run and fly. Here’s to an awesome semester(: Definitely, maybe.